Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Love, Seduction, and Counseling? ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Rurouni Kenshin.

Summary: Kaoru is a well known couples therapist whose dark secret is revealed: she has never had a boyfriend. So now she must advise a famous CEO, Kenshin Himura, on how to treat women to regain back her life and reputation. KK.

Note: This idea came from a book I have, but not have read yet. The novel is by Jane Heller, and it is called Female Intelligence.

Love, Seduction, and Counseling?
By: Espiritus
Chapter One

Great. This was just great. Her deepest, darkest, and most horrible secret had finally been revealed. By whom she did not know, but she did know that it had been found out because first of all, every one of her clients had canceled their contracts. Second, her face was in the newspaper and every other publication of grandeur, and, or not so grandeur. Not to say that she was so famous that she could be called Julia Roberts or Brad Pitt (a client from two years ago). Just that her clients ran in ritzy circles, and her name was known to some of the richest people in Europe and the United States. Third, she was getting so many calls that the sound of a ringing telephone became music to her ears. Not only did they come from people who heard of her, but also from mortals who had never heard of her, but offered their sincerest apologies for her never having a boyfriend in all her twenty-seven years of life. How ironic was it that she never had a boyfriend, yet she was a couple's therapist? She did not even have a date for prom.

Clutching her head, feeling an oncoming migraine, Kaoru pounded on her cherry wood desk. The pen and pencil container fell over, spilling its prisoners all over the desk. The very same one that she sometimes conducted her sessions behind just in case she had to duck for cover. Flying objects were a guarantee, especially with raving women who can't keep their emotions in check.

"Miss. Kamiya, you have another call on line six." Her long-time secretary popped her head in. The woman was visibly sweating with anxiety. Kaoru made a little 'humph' in her mind; she was the one with her reputation in ruins here!

"Yes, yes. I also have call on hold on one through five, Kerry." Kaoru said plain-faced. "Thank you for telling me, though."

She actually liked Kerry.

So without further ado, so as not to keep any of her fans waiting, she picked up the call and took it. It was a client telling her that she couldn't believe that she had the nerve to counsel people when she herself never had a boyfriend. Knowing that rich people usually think very highly of themselves and considering the fact that she could probably get sued if she retorted back, Kaoru bit her tongue and only commented occasionally. Thankfully, the rude call was ended with the other woman huffing and hanging up. Some fan.

"Sorry, Miss. Kamiya, but your publicist is on line five. He says it's important." Kerry popped in again; she was good at that. Kaoru nodded as she ended another phone call.

'I'm sure it is. Probably about my most recent book." Kaoru massaged her eyes. "He is most likely going to tell me that we might as well buy the book since no one will buy it. Kerry," Kaoru said dramatically (on purpose, mind you), "my career is in ruins."

"Don't worry, Kaoru," she said, dropping the formality between boss and employee, "look on the bright side, you still have your health."

Well, that was true.

 

That night, when Kaoru arrived home, she was welcomed by the sound of her own phone ringing. Earlier in the day she had thought it a good idea to turn off her cell phone just in case and she was thankful no one knew her home number. Kaoru would have had to call the phone company and demand they change her number.

"Hello," Kaoru chirped, telling herself not to be in a grumbling mood. She would remain strong, tough, and totally independent. She wouldn't cry, at least not tonight. She had to find her hidden stash of alcohol, that was for sure. If only she hadn't hidden it so well.

"Kaoru, is that you?" The voice on the other line was boisterous, full of energy, and very familiar.

"Yes..." she said slowly, not really knowing who was on the other line. The voice really did sound like...

"This is Misao. I can't believe you forgot, and I have only been gone a month." Kaoru laughed. That's what she had thought, but it had been so long since she had last seen her best friend because she was touring Italy, or as she said, scouting for future husbands. Why Italy Kaoru would never know, but it might have been because of the fact that Misao was a romantic and thought Italian men were the peak of chivalry. In Kaoru's opinion, all men were the same. Though in some cases, she could say the same about women. It was a vicious cycle.

"So when are you coming back?" Kaoru asked leaning against the doorframe while looking out of her window at her upper Manhattan view. Buildings, and a bit of sky.

"Never mind that," Misao waved her off. "I saw the news, Kaoru. I swear I did not tell."

Great. Kaoru sighed inwardly. "I never suspected you, Misao." She made her voice sound exasperated. "Look, I have had a very long day, Misao, and you know I love you, but I just want to go to bed, or eat myself fat. Either of the two will work."

"Kaoru. I'm coming back on the next plane. A girl, no matter how old, needs her best buddy with her at times such as these. So don't get too fat before I get there." And before Kaoru could refuse, before she could thank Misao for her concern but say her trip back would be unnecessary, the line went dead.

Great, now her best friend was interrupted from scouting for future husbands by Kaoru's tragic life. Not only that, but Misao would probably rush into her studio apartment and say that she was going to stay with her and not go to her own home. This in turn meant countless nights of ice cream and a sugar-high Misao, which thus meant Kaoru would never get any sleep.

But there was a more pressing problem at hand than Misao. Kaoru's job. Kaoru had to do something to restore her prestige. Who cares if she never had a boyfriend- how many couples had made it to marriage and beyond with her as their guide? People were so judgmental that they had completely discarded the success of her career-- why she was coveted-- and all because of one stupid fact.

Sitting down after making a cup of coffee, thinking it a better idea not to get drunk, Kaoru pondered over what could be done to fix her situation at hand. She had to keep calm and collected, and most of all not show fear or defeat in the public eye. Even just now on her walk home she'd been attacked by many people asking if what was rumored in the newspapers and magazines was true. It was a horrible experience, but through it she plastered on a smile that never left. Her face started hurting half way to her building. But Kaoru had always been a trooper and managed to get past the doorman without a flinch.

She had enough money to last for a while (Kaoru wasn't stupid, she did have a rainy day fund), but the only thing she desired was her practice. She loved helping couples and seeing their relationships heal and bloom. It was pure joy to know that she had helped in the cause for love. But what she needed was something huge. Something so big and difficult that anyone who had a doubt in his mind about her abilities would come straight back again and beg for her counseling.

She needed...

Kaoru clicked on the T.V.

...she needed a famous (seemingly) chauvinist to work on.

A/N: Hello, minna-san. I know, I know. Some of you may be asking what's up with all these stories that she keeps on posting and deleting. Well I can tell you. It's either because I'm not happy with them, or I'm not in touch with them, and I take them off to work on them more, and to construct better plots.

Anyway, thank you for reading this story.

Espiritus